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She was here in this hard, stark reality--reality It

was queer that she should call this the reality, which she had

never known till to-day, and which now so filled her with dread

and dislike, that she wished she o away This was the

reality, and Cossethay, her beloved, beautiful, wellknown

Cossethay, which was as herself unto her, that was minor

reality This prison of a school was reality Here, then, she

would sit in state, the queen of scholars! Here she would

realize her dreaht

and joy to her children! But the desks before her had an

abstract angularity that bruised her senti she had been a fool in her

anticipations She had brought her feelings and her generosity

to where neither generosity nor emotion anted And already

she felt rebuffed, troubled by the new atmosphere, out of

place

She slid down, and they returned to the teacher's rooht to alter one's personality She

was nobody, there was no reality in herself, the reality was all

outside of her, and she must apply herself to it

Mr Harby was in the teachers' roo,

open cupboard, in which Ursula could see piles of pink

blotting-paper, heaps of shiny new books, boxes of chalk, and